Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 28,549 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

681. Little Men 1/20/2009
682. The Nature Of An Un-Dead Man 1/20/2009
683. Young Nation 1/20/2009
684. My Heart And The Family 1/22/2009
685. The Dentist’s 1/22/2009
686. Blind 1/22/2009
687. Fade Into Heaven 1/23/2009
688. Life And Work 1/23/2009
689. Loving Animals 2/13/2009
690. Fortunate Love 2/13/2009
691. Heads 2/14/2009
692. Me And My Job 2/14/2009
693. The Fairy Tree 2/15/2009
694. My Friend In His Chair 2/15/2009
695. My Smile Is On Stage 2/15/2009
696. Manly 2/15/2009
697. My Acting 2/15/2009
698. A Quick Life 2/16/2009
699. The Streets Are Colourful 2/16/2009
700. Let Us Live 2/17/2009
701. Keeping Miracles 2/17/2009
702. Fist 2/18/2009
703. The Skies Above 2/18/2009
704. Hills Of The Planet 2/18/2009
705. Trees Of Darkness 2/19/2009
706. Bomb-Scare 2/19/2009
707. Astray 2/19/2009
708. Youth Is Splendour 2/20/2009
709. He Wages War On Them 2/20/2009
710. Scary Illness 2/21/2009
711. The Door To The Past 2/21/2009
712. Short Torture 2/22/2009
713. Fish That Swim 2/22/2009
714. A New Work 2/24/2009
715. Great Pride 2/24/2009
716. Promises 2/24/2009
717. The Rules 2/24/2009
718. Recklessness 2/24/2009
719. We See Light 2/24/2009
720. The Knowledge Of You 2/24/2009

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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Best Poem of Naveed Akram

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Computer Mania

Deliberate is the action that I pronounce,
On the minute, of all the hours, that laugh away.
So strong is my business contending the books,
Content in the knowledge of sentinels.

Your living is praising nobody but you,
It is an affair of compartments like rooms and boxes,
I loved all such fair thinking.

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